## Chapter 1485 – Chronicles of the Sword Demon – Heavenly Demon Emperor

No lie, the atmosphere was utterly fucked.

“Loyal! No abnormalities during duty, Heavenly Demon!”

These guys, who looked like hardcore sadists with their strict, solemn, and serious expressions, were wearing Black Sugarcane uniforms and equipped with their respective weapons.

Their sharp aura seemed no different from that of well-trained regular soldiers, proving just how disciplined these prison guards were.

But that was only natural.

To wear this proud and stylish Black Sugarcane uniform, or BlSaBok for short, one had to complete the Fusion Confucian Prison Guard training course, and not just anyone could complete that course.

Therefore, the prison guards here were all next-generation talents of violence who met my standards.

“Good. It’s excellent that there are no abnormalities.”

Sadists in gray surroundings wearing black uniforms.

“Yes! We are always giving it our all! No disgraceful incidents will ever occur in this `Inhuman Sugarcane Field`!”

Warden Kaust shouted loudly in a gloomy voice.

“Long live the Heavenly Demon! Long live the Heavenly Demon! Long live the Heavenly Demon!”
“Long live the Heavenly Demon! Long live the Heavenly Demon! Long live the Heavenly Demon!”
“Long live the Heavenly Demon! Long live the Heavenly Demon! Long live the Heavenly Demon!”

At the same time, the prison guards lined up chanted in unison, stomping their feet and slamming the ends of their man-beast suppression polearms onto the ground.

ㅡThump! Thump! Thump!
ㅡThump! Thump! Thump!
ㅡThump! Thump! Thump!

The rising dust spread in all directions.

But even the dust couldn’t escape here, as the surroundings were blocked by gray barriers. The dust that flew into the sky soon collided with the barrier and fell.

“Woo! Woo! Sugarcane! Sugarcane! Sugarcane for the sinners! Sugarcane! Sweet! Sweet and sour!”
“The sweetness of people from your pain!”
“Guarantee it! Guarantee it! Guarantee it!”

And then, a bizarre military song of unknown origin began to play. It was like a string of words a soldier might reflexively mutter upon witnessing his comrades being blown to pieces by a surprise bomb during World War II.

Did I ever make a song like this?
I don’t remember?

Anyway, it felt like pre-modern psycho soldiers.

A gloomy and bizarre atmosphere.

But I rather liked this atmosphere.

“Aaaaaaaargh!”
“Kkeueueueueueueueueuk!”
“Aack, aaaaack! Aaaaack! Oack!”
“Oeoaaaaaaaeaaaaaaaeoong!!!”

Because the sweet screams of the prisoners could be heard from over there.

“Good music. What’s the piece?”

I savored it as I asked the warden.

“Yes! It’s the Justice Sugarcane Symphony No. 3 of Judgment and Punishment!”
“Hoo. No wonder it’s the first time I’ve heard it. Has the 3rd symphony already come out?”
“Yes! Our prison guards put their heart and soul into creating this symphony! Would you like to listen to all of it! We’ve practiced a lot!”

Warden Kaust still shouted loudly in his gloomy voice.

“Sure. If you put your heart and soul into it, I have high expectations. Lead the way.”
“Understood!”

And so, I entered the interior of the Inhuman Sugarcane Field, guided by the warden.

“We plan to decide whether to create the 4th symphony based on the evaluation we receive from the Heavenly Demon this time!”
“Hehehe, is that so.”

The symphony he was talking about here was a kind of torture-punishment system created by the prison guards.

“Aaaaaaaargh!”
“Eueueueueueueueuk!”

Prisoners being whipped would naturally scream. But these murderous talents who had gone through the Fusion Confucian training course didn’t want to waste those screams, and eventually added the symphony system.

Now, prisoners being whipped couldn’t just scream as they pleased. They had to scream according to the lyrics of the symphony. They had to scream according to the prescribed format.

No lie, they literally had to sing a song with their screams.

The moment they made a mistake, even more severe violence was inflicted, and the whipping was passed on to the next prisoner in the same room. If that prisoner messed up the scream-rhythm, it would be passed on to the next prisoner again. The punishment wouldn’t end until the entire scream-symphony was performed.

This was an extreme form of joint responsibility, and it was such a cruel punishment that it turned all of the prisoners’ meager rest time into practice time for the symphony.

I couldn’t help but admire the creativity of these prison guards whenever I thought of this scream-symphony. They were progressive talents who lived only with the insane worry of how to torment the prisoners even more. This is the positive function of education.

ㅡSwish.

Soon, we arrived at the scream concert hall.

“The Heavenly Demon has descended! Start performing the 3rd symphony from the beginning right now!”

At those words, the prisoners momentarily swallowed their breaths.

“No, no…!”

Of course, that was none of my concern.

There were a total of four prisoners tied up, and the prison guards in charge of them each held different clubs and whips. It could be said to be a kind of instrument classification. That one’s a trumpet. That one’s an ocarina. That one’s a gong. Something like that.

“Then, we’ll begin!”

And the performance began.

ㅡThwack!
ㅡSwish!
ㅡCrack!

Along with the distinct sounds of rupture that echoed.

“Aack! Aaaaack! Uh, uh-aack!”
“Kuaaaaaaaargh!”
“Aaaaaaaaeaaaaaaaeack!!”

Screams echoing in accordance with the format and rhythm. The prison guards struck the prisoners in rhythm, and the prisoners accurately screamed back in rhythm. It was truly a fantastic harmony. A scream symphony.

“Hmm, good.”

And so, I drank wine while savoring the inhuman symphony to the end.

The total running time was about 4 minutes and 20 seconds.

“I liked it. Warden. Reward those who created this symphony.”
“Thank you!!!”

One surprising thing to recall was that the punishment of performing this symphony was a relatively light penalty. Even now, in the prison guards’ dormitories, research is actively being conducted on how to make the prisoners suffer even more.

“Now, shall we go see the labor site?”
“Understood!”

And so, I headed to the sugarcane field with the warden.

* * *

There was no particular sound to be heard here.

“…”
“…”
“…”

Because the prisoners were just cultivating sugarcane endlessly with their mouths shut.

While the prison guards with whips patrolled, the prisoners were saving even the strength to speak in order to meet their quotas.

“As you instructed, all prisoners are working 14 hours a day! It operates on a 6-day week system, and moral education and re-socialization education are conducted on weekends!”

6 days a week, 14 hours a day.

In fact, when I used to run my prison in the past, I made them work even more and enforced such a murderous schedule that they couldn’t even dream of rest.

But I can’t do that anymore. Honestly, back in the prison days, I just did it with the thought of killing them with overwork. I didn’t care about efficiency at all, and I was just saying the death penalty in a roundabout way. In the first place, the profits generated there were just free money… I miss it. Warden Jabong. If you were in my era, I would have employed you.

“Good.”

Of course, now is not that time.

This place was where heinous criminals, who had been convicted through the strict law enforcement procedures of a legitimate judicial institution that revered Fusion Confucianism as the highest value, came, and the heinous criminals were debtors with a lot of money to repay.

The purpose of this Inhuman Sugarcane Field was, after all, to squeeze these prisoners as efficiently as possible to pay off their debts.

Of course, they were given enough food to fill their calories. Because they can’t work if they’re starving, and they might die. They even put the debt on them if they get hurt and forcibly treat them.

They can’t die as they please. 14 hours a day until they finish their sentence. They have to cultivate sugarcane harshly for 6 days a week.

It was a completely opposite environment from the humane sugarcane field. The workers in the humane sugarcane field are protected by my orders and labor laws, and are enrolled in employment insurance. They can enjoy working in humane conditions and accumulate wealth in their own way.

But this is hell.

“The prisoners in this area are all robbery-murderers. They are trash who didn’t realize that the world had changed and killed and plundered innocent civilians as usual. They are people who have been sentenced to at least 20 years in prison.”

But there are really a lot of robbery-murderers.

“They will cultivate sugarcane for at least 20 years, and many people will taste the sweetness of sugar with it.”

The warden was a man who showed great obsession with sugar.

Anyway, I flew into the sky for a moment and looked down at the ground.

“It’s like garbage.”

Numerous prisoners were cultivating sugarcane while sweating profusely.

There are really a lot of them.

Even though they can never enter this Inhuman Sugarcane Field without evidence according to the principle of presumption of innocence.

It feels like I still have a long way to go to spread Fusion Confucianism throughout this world. To do that, paladins must be trained as soon as possible. The Fusion Confucian Academy, where Eliza is the principal, has only been launched for a little over a year. It will take a few more years for them to become a force.

“So I’ll have to keep striving in the future.”

After landing, I encouraged the warden.

“I hope you continue to do well in the future, Warden. There is only one thing you have to do. Manage them so that they never die, and extract their labor while giving them as much pain as possible. Do you understand?”
“I am always reminded of it when I sleep, when I wake up, and when I eat. They will never be able to die until they repay their debts to the victims.”
“Good. Just keep doing that.”

Still, I should spread some money since I visited. I handed over a wad of cash to be used as a bonus so that the prison guards here could have a pleasant weekend.

* * *

The Heavenly Demon Empire, ruled by me, Kim Kat, an absolute monarch with absolute power, and Fusion Confucianism, the moral value I created, was running very well.

And one of the reasons why it’s running so well is because the businesses I ordered are running very well.

I, who possess modern knowledge, only have to give orders. Then, high-quality businesses spring up like mushrooms after rain.

Of course, Kadia, who is working hard as the Prime Minister right now, deserves a lot of credit, but Kadia can’t come up with ideas like me. I was just selecting and handing over money-making ideas.

Anyway, the national stabilization is already done, and now is the time to solidify that stabilized nation even more. If I do a little more, I’ll have some free time to rest properly. Until then, let’s run a little faster.

“Son-in-law!!!”

To me, who was ruling with that in mind.

“I’m sorry!!! I’m really sorry, Son-in-law!!!”

ㅡJiggle jiggle!

One day, Jenia, who had turned pale, ran over with her big breasts jiggling and shouted that she was sorry.

What the hell is this bitch doing…? Why?

“What are you sorry about?”

I recall what happened with Jenia recently… Ah. Right. That’s for sure. Jenia, who works under Winia, had a lot of things to do. She was a woman with some ability, so Winia was using her, and the most recent thing she did was.

“Th, that is…”

Anyway, Jenia, who had turned pale, stuttered while looking at me.

She’s terrified right now.
What the hell did she do to be like this?

“What is it?”
“I, I failed the investment! So…!”

Investment failure.

“Stop.”
“…!”

I immediately called the demon maid who was nearby.

“Hey. You. Maid.”
“Yes. Great Heavenly Demon.”
“Go and call Winia. Tell her it’s about Jenia’s work.”
“Understood.”

The maid immediately went outside.

“So, Son-in-law…! I’m sorry! I didn’t do it on purpose! I was just doing as I was told…!”